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I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

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I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

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There Are Things To Confess That Enrich The World, And Things That Need Not Be Said.

I Couldn't See Passion As A Bad Thing.

I Never Really Wanted To Be A Star. I Didn't Like Entering A Room With All Eyes On Me. I Still Don't Really Like The Attention Of A Birthday Party.

The Beginning Of Survival Is My Best Album. I Am Very Proud Of It, And I Am Surprised At It, Too. I Thought Some Of Travelogue Was A Little Heavy, But I Don't Think This Is Heavy.

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

He Saw My Complications And He Mirrored Me Back Simplified, And We Laughed How Our Perfect World Would Always Be Denied.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

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Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

We Are Stardust, We Are Golden And We've Got To Get Ourselves Back To The Garden.

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

When I Was 19 I Went To Art School. I Had Six Months Of Teaching Myself To Play Baritone Ukulele Under My Belt So I Was Sort Of A Novice Folkie... I Was Singing Folk Songs At That Time.

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.

Sex Sells Everything And Sex Kills.

Sunlight Will Renew Your Pride.

I Think I Would Go Further Into Fine Arts, I Think, If I Were To Continue.

Abstract Expressionism Was Invented By New York Drunks.

I Wanted To Paint In A Folk-artist-y Way. My Heroes Were Van Gogh, Gauguin, Matisse, And Rembrandt. I Think Picasso Is About As A Modern As I Got. But I Incorporated Things That They Rejected As Well As Movements That Happened Later.

Edith Piaf Knocked My Socks Off When I Was 8, But I Didn't Know What She Was Singing About.

Lazy Reviewers Look Up Other People's Reviews And They Write The Same Thing, So You Get People Writing Crap Based On Crap.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

White Rhythm Is Waltzes, Marches, And The Polka. In Africa, Rhythm Is Used For A Celebratory Groove, But White Rhythm Doesn't Have Such An Enormous Vocabulary Of Spirits. It's Basically Militant.

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.

I Have Lost My Credibility As A Hit Maker Because Of These Side Excursions Into Other Branches Of Music; By Not Being Consistent. Consistency Seems To Be All-important.

I See Music As Fluid Architecture.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

All My Battles Were With Male Egos. I’m Just Looking For Equality, Not To Dominate. But I Want To Be Able To Control My Vision.

I Know My Generation - A Lot Of Them, They're Getting Old Now, And They Want To Think Back Fondly, They Want To Kid Themselves. A Lot Of Them Think, 'yeah, We Were The Best.' That's The Kiss Of Death. That's Non-growth. And Also That's Very Bad For The World.

All I Really, Really Want Our Love To Do Is To Bring Out The Best In Me And In You Too.

I Don't Know Who I Am But You Know, Life Is For Learning.

Knowing Who You Are

Oh, The Jealousy, The Greed Is The Unraveling. It's The Unraveling And It Undoes All The Joy That Could Be. .

I Wrote 'big Yellow Taxi' On My First Trip To Hawaii. I Took A Taxi To The Hotel And When I Woke Up The Next Morning, I Threw Back The Curtains And Saw These Beautiful Green Mountains In The Distance. Then, I Looked Down And There Was A Parking Lot As Far As The Eye Could See, And It Broke My Heart This Blight On Paradise. That's When I Sat Down And Wrote The Song.

I Have One Piece Of Music, Since 1997, And I Don't See It Having Lyrics. Where Does It Go In This World? So I Haven't Recorded It.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

Keep A Good Heart. That's The Most Important Thing In Life. It's Not How Much Money You Make Or What You Can Acquire. The Art Of It Is To Keep A Good Heart.

I Love You When I Forget About Me.

When The World Becomes A Massive Mess With Nobody At The Helm, It's Time For Artists To Make Their Mark.

I Am A Woman Of Heart And Mind, Looking For Affection And Respect, A Little Passion.

I Hang My Laundry On The Line When I Write.

You Feed It All Your Woes, The Ghostly Garden Grows.

But Now It's Just Another Show, You Leave Em Laughing When You Go. And If You Care, Don't Let Them Know, Don't Give Yourself Away.

But You Know It's Hard To Tell When You're In The Spell If It's Wrong Or If It's Real But You're Bound To Lose If You Let The Blues Get You Scared To Feel

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

We Managed To Put Together A Compilation That Had Some Creativity To It. In The Meantime I Was Listening To The Free Radio Stations And I Noticed That During Their War Coverage They Were Playing These Songs Born Out Of The Vietnam War That Were All Critical Of The Soldiers.

I'm Your Biggest Fan, California, I'm Coming Home

Heart And Humor And Humility, He Said Will Lighten Up Your Heavy Load.

In A Pure Anonymous Encounter You Find A World Alive And Full Of Character. In New York, The Street Adventures Are Incredible. There Are A Thousand Stories In A Single Block. You See The Stories In People's Faces. You Hear The Songs Immediately. Here, In Los Angeles, There Are Fewer Characters Because They Are All Inside Automobiles.

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

Ask Anyone In America Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You California. Ask Anyone In California Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Los Angeles. Ask Anyone In Los Angeles Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You Hollywood. Ask Anyone In Hollywood Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Laurel Canyon. And Ask Anyone In Laurel Canyon Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Lookout Mountain. So I Bought A House On Lookout Mountain.

I Came Through Folk Music Simply Because It Was Easy To Get Into It.

Love Is Touching Souls.

To Enjoy My Music, You Need Depth And Emotionality.

Everybody's Saying Hell's The Hippest Way To Go. Well, I Don't Think So, But I'm Gonna Take A Look Around It Though.

I Loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Anything With Romantic Melodies, Especially The Nocturnes. Nietzsche Was A Hero, Especially With Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He Gets A Bad Rap; Hes Very Misunderstood. Hes A Maker Of Individuals, And He Was A Teacher Of Teachers.

The God Of The Old Testament Is The Depiction Of Evil.

Not To Dismiss Gershwin, But Gershwin Is The Chip; Ellington Was The Block.

Drag Wasn't Always Counterculture.

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

I'd Had A Rough Childhood.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.

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You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

Buddy Holly And The Early Rock 'n' Roll Was No Lighter Than The Way I Play. It's Very Minimal.

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

I Met A Woman She Had A Mouth Like Yours She Knew Your Life She Knew Your Devils And Your Deeds And She Said "go To Him, Stay With Him If You Can But Be Prepared To Bleed

I'm A Method Actress In My Songs, Which Is Why It's Hard To Sing Them.

If You See Yourself As A Kingly Type, Then You Need Your Serfs And Your Army And So On Around You.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

I Like To Move Around. I Travel. I've Driven Across Country By Myself.

When You Reach That Kind Of Successful Pinnacle, It Is The Nature Of The Business And The Press And Everything That They Go About Tearing You Down.

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

A Little Lawyer On The Tube, He Said, Its So Easy Now, Anyone Can Sue.

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

I Liked Playing In Small Clubs. I Really Liked Holding The Attention Of Thirty Or Forty People. I Never Liked The Roar Of The Big Crowd.

With A Painting, You Don't Have To Go Back And Paint It Again.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping.

Grocery Shopping

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

Americans Have Decided To Be Stupid And Shallow Since 1980.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.

Woke Up, It Was A Chelsea Morning, And The First Thing That I Knew There Was Milk And Toast And Honey And A Bowl Of Oranges, Too.

Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud To Say I Love You, Right Out Loud Dreams And Schemes And Circus Crowds I've Looked At Life That Way. But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now From Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All

My Life Came Down To Being A Granny And Watching A Lot Of Television.

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

Moons And Junes And Ferris Wheels The Dizzy Dancing Way You Feel As Every Fairy Tale Comes Real I've Looked At Love That Way.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parking Lot.

I Don't Like Being Too Looked Up At Or Too Looked Down On. I Prefer Meeting In The Middle To Being Worshipped Or Spat Out.

The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come Out In My Art Yet.

Yesterday A Child Came Out To Wonder Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.

I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping. People Do Recognize You. They Are Kind Of Shocked. Some People Like It. It Makes Them Feel At Ease. It Confirms Their Hopes That You Are In Fact Similar To Them.

I See Bodies As Individual Things.

I Was Demanding Of Myself A Deeper And Greater Honesty, More And More Revelation In My Work In Order To Give It Back To The People Where It Goes Into Their Lives And Nourishes Them And Changes Their Direction And Makes Light Bulbs Go Off In Their Head And Makes Them Feel. And It Isn't Vague, It Strikes Against The Very Nerves Of Their Life And In Order To Do That You Have To Strike Against The Very Nerves Of Your Own.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

I Came Upon A Child Of God, He Was Walking Along The Road And I Asked Him, Where Are You Going And This He Told Me: "i'm Going On Down To Yasgur's Farm I'm Going To Join In A Rock 'n' Roll Band I'm Going To Camp Out On The Land, I'm Going To Try An' Get My Soul Free.

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

Morgellons Is Constantly Morphing. There Are Times When It's Directly Attacking The Nervous System, As If You're Being Bitten By Fleas And Lice. It's All In The Tissue And It's Not A Hallucination. It Was Eating Me Alive, Sucking The Juices Out. I've Been Sick All My Life.

When The Spirit Of Child's Play Enters Into The Creative Process, It's A Wonderful Force And Something To Be Nurtured.

I Heard Someone From The Music Business Saying They Are No Longer Looking For Talent, They Want People With A Certain Look And A Willingness To Cooperate. I Thought, That's Interesting, Because I Believe A Total Unwillingness To Cooperate Is What Is Necessary To Be An Artist — Not For Perverse Reasons, But To Protect Your Vision. The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music. That's Why I Spend My Time Now Painting.

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.

We Have A War Dictator Who Was Not Elected, He Snuck In. So He Punishes People That Threaten Him In Any Way, Or Even Say Something He Doesn't Like. It Has No Resemblance To Democracy.

You Win The Lasting Laurels With Your Laughter.

If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For My Parents. They Are Very Old-fashioned And Moral People. They Still Don't Understand Me That Well.

In Search Of Love And Music My Whole Life Has Been Illumination Corruption And Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving Down To Pick Up Every Shiny Thing

I've Got 50 Different Tunings In The Guitar.

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

Will You Take Me As I Am? Strung Out On Another Man...california, I'm Comin' Home.

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.

I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday. It's Just My Nature. I Don't Like To Be Zeroed In On En Masse.

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

People Were Very Protective Of Me. Overly So. I Was In The Industry For A Long Time Before I Had Any Idea Of What Drugs People Were Doing.

I Wish I Had A River I Could Skate Away On?

I'm A Very Analytical Person, A Somewhat Introspective Person; That's The Nature Of The Work I Do.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

The Times You Impress Me The Most Are The Times When You Don't Try.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

I Conceived In Art College At The Age Of 20, Near The End Of Term.

For The First Time In My Career, I'm Working In A Fine-arts Arena, So I'm Finally Getting Some Intelligent Reviews.

You've Got To Keep The Child Alive; You Can't Create Without It.

The Thing That Gave Me The Most Pain In Life, Psychologically, And It Gave Me Tremendous Pain Psychologically, Is Man's Disrespect For Nature.

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

I Create By Feeling Rather Than By Intellectualizing.

Applause, Applause, Life Is Our Cause.

I Am As Constant As A Northern Star

If You're Smart Or Rich Or Lucky Maybe You'll Beat The Laws Of Man But The Inner Laws Of Spirit And The Outer Laws Of Nature No Man Can

Won't You Stay We'll Put On The Day And We'll Talk In Present Tenses

My First Four Albums Covered The Usual Youth Problems - Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places - While The Next Five Are Basically About Being In Your 30s.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

Because I'm So Busy And Because I Think Of Myself As A Painter, I Desperately Guard The Time That I Have To Paint. And Sometimes I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

They'll Crucify You For Staying The Same, And They'll Crucify You For Change. I'd Rather Be Crucified For Changing.

Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And They Say It With Great Pride. It's A Bad Time To Be Right.

You Dont Know What You Got Till Its Gone

Fame Is A Series Of Misunderstandin Gs Surrounding A Name.

Love Is A Very Hard Feeling To Keep Alive. It's A Very Fragile Plant.

I Can't Remember Anything I Ever Wrote.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.

I Didn't Like The Sound Of People Gasping At The Mere Mention Of My Name. It Horrified Me...

When I Think Of Your Kisses My Mind See-saws.

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.

But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Well Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day

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We Love Our Lovin'....but Not Like We Love Our Freedom.

I Certainly Don't Want To Be An Angry Old Artist.

I Don't Like To Make Fluffy Little Songs, But Now I Want To Make Some Light Songs.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

I'm A Painter First, And A Musician Second.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

I Could Drink A Case Of You.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parkin Lot With A Pink Hotel, A Boutique, And A Swingin' Hot Spot Don't It Always Seem To Go That You Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.

I Thrive On Change. That's Probably Why My Chord Changes Are Weird, Because Chords Depict Emotions. They'll Be Going Along On One Key And I'll Drop Off A Cliff, And Suddenly They Will Go Into A Whole Other Key Signature. That Will Drive Some People Crazy, But That's How My Life Is.

I Believe That I Am Male And I Am Female.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

I Hate Show Business.

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.

Just Before Our Love Got Lost You Said "i Am As Constant As A Northern Star" And I Said, Constantly In The Darkness, Where's That At? If You Want Me I'll Be In The Bar.

When I Began Experimenting, People Weren't Ready For It. Once It's In Its Second And Third Generational Stages, People Can Accept It.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

Fear Is Like The Wilderland - Stepping Stones Or Sinking Sand

Stepping Stones

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

Whatever It Was That I Felt Was The Weak Link In My Previous Project Gave Me Inspiration For The Next One.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Rachmaninoff Made A Musician Out Of Me. His 'rhapsody On A Theme By Paganini' Was The Piece That Sent Me Into Raptures. It Spoke To Me. To Me, It Was A Tender Entreaty For The Misunderstood.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

I Got In Before Soho Was Soho. It Was Just Little Italy When I Was In There. It's Still Off The Touristy Track. It's Just Away From The Saturday Action, The Crowds And Everything. It's Too Expensive. It's Insane. You've Got To Be A Billionaire To Live On Manhattan Now.

She'll Prophesy Your Death. She Won't Say When.

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